What If It's Recreational?

Collin gave me strict orders to not look at places tonight... I am finding hard to resist, but I know a break will be good for me.

Crap! That was the book I meant to grab! I just spent ten minutes standing in front of my bookshelf downstairs, tottering from side to side, trying to think what book I wanted to dive into next, and I ended up grabbing two different books that I wouldn't mind re-reading the series they are in. I also grabbed a small stack of books for my fellow book worm at work (Okay, it's only like three books, but that is still kind of a stack...). As I am sitting here typing the first paragraph of this post it hit me; I meant to grab another of the books my friend had lent me! (Whilst thinking of this I should also grab her friend's book and put it with the stack I am taking to work tomorrow... I'm gonna go do that real quick....)

~*~*~*~ imagine this as hold music ~*~*~*~

Back to the story at hand. Now, where were we....

A long time ago in a town far, far away lived a girl. The end.

I want to look at places some more, but I know it is not doing me any good. Most of the current listings are available now or will be in a couple weeks and there is no way to put a hold on them with out essentially renting them. Lame. I know, I know. Practice what I preach to everyone. Be patient and trust in the fact that it will all work out as it should. It's always so much harder when you are the one who wants something done now, NOW, NOW!! I know that, and I try damn hard to remember that when I am spouting off my sage wisdom about this shit to others in stressful situations. I feel like I am rambling in circles tonight.

I went to Safeway, and the scale at the self-checkout I was at wasn't calibrated properly so I got over a pound of zucchini for two cents.... TWO FREAKING CENTS!! Pretty awesome. Kind of made me feel better about how much I paid for the tomatoes and bell peppers.

Tonight we did an awesome new out and back along Evergreen Parkway. 2.6 miles. It felt fantastic. I needed it. Every now and again when shit is getting mildly complicated I get down, and part of me starts talking me out of going on our runs. It's just stupid. I need to remember how awesome I feel afterwards and how it is primo time for me to work stuff out in my head.

I know Saturday's run this week will be a beast. I am fairly confident our fearless leader is making us do one of the loops I hate with a passion. We are scheduled to do a six and a half mile run in Lake O, and I think he means to make us go around the lake. I hate that loop. There is seriously over a mile and a half of just up hill (going the direction he made us go last time), straight up hill. Well, not even straight, winding intensely steep up hill. Followed by a mile of intensely steep down hill before a half mile back up to the end... Yeah, he saves the real evil stuff for the end. Mind you, this last couple miles is after four miles of up and down, up and down..... If this is the loop he is planning on us doing, I intend to do it backwards. Tackle the nasty, NASTY hill first and then smile for the next four mile, even if my legs are dead.

Looking over the routes of similar distance there is a possibility that we won't have to do the lake loop... This is what I am praying for, but I am going to plan for the worst and be prepared to go early so I don't spend ALL day Saturday running around Lake O...

Either way, as the runs get longer on Saturdays, Collin and I are going earlier, especially now that we will be moving in a couple months. We need all the time we can get on the weekends for taking care of shit. As I have said before, the end of April seems like ages from now, but at the same time it is a finite deadline that will approach faster than I want it to. And for those of you not quite up on it, our half marathon? It's three weeks after our expected move... Yea. It'll be awesome. We are dead set on the half which is why we will probably be shelling out the dough to get some movers for the loading and unloading. The last thing Collin or I need is to get injured in any way right before the race. I would be crushed if either one of us was unable to do it.

Tomorrow is bound to be epic! Not only will I be making my super awesome yummy brownie bottomed cheesecake treats for work, but the game of the century (not really but I am totally playing it up in my head because of the previously reported wager I have going) is going to be on. I don't care what I have to do... I will find a way to watch it. Work should be interesting tomorrow (typed while making super serious squinty eyes like one would if they were staring someone down).

Kielbasa.